[ billy has the gall to look offended at first, like getting props from a werewolf for his super badass howl is simply not enough. forget the fact that he dunked on himself like two seconds before tossing his head back, suggesting that derek was gonna wish he was deaf and didn't have to experience whatever atrocity came out of billy's mouth - that was a damn good howl, in his opinion, for someone who isn't a werewolf and has never heard what an actual werewolf howl sounds like outside of shitty movies. he drops his hands away from his mouth when he's done, holds them out like, come on, dude, but when derek rolls himself back, says something to steve off screen that billy only just barely manages to catch, he quickly catches on to what's about to happen and suddenly doesn't give a single fuck about getting credit where credit is due.
whatever billy expects a werewolf howl to sound like - it's not fucking that. derek roars, and even though the mic cuts out halfway through, billy hears enough of it, he sees enough of the entire display - the flex of derek's throat, his teeth, his eyes - to be genuinely startled, enough that he flinches back and slaps a hand over his chest, eyes huge in his head, mouth open and everything.
holy fuck that was crazy - and insanely cool. billy quickly settles, his mild, instinctive fear quickly fading away, replaced with fascination and awe. he starts to laugh, his breath tumbling out of him in a huge rush, hand moving from his chest to pass over his hair to the back of his neck. derek leans in, so billy does too out of impulse, hand still holding the back of his own neck, still smiling, bewildered. what the fuck is going on in this city.
derek makes a comment about getting laid, obviously keeping his voice down, but billy either misses that cue or he's just - too excited to monitor the level of his own voice. his eyebrows lift sharply, like he's somehow surprised, but also not... surprised. that someone would want to climb derek after that. ]
What, was that like - some kind of mating call? [ he laughs, maybe trying to ignore the little bit of confusion that's going on in his body right now. is he a little turned on? who the fuck knows. ] Jesus, man.
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whatever billy expects a werewolf howl to sound like - it's not fucking that. derek roars, and even though the mic cuts out halfway through, billy hears enough of it, he sees enough of the entire display - the flex of derek's throat, his teeth, his eyes - to be genuinely startled, enough that he flinches back and slaps a hand over his chest, eyes huge in his head, mouth open and everything.
holy fuck that was crazy - and insanely cool. billy quickly settles, his mild, instinctive fear quickly fading away, replaced with fascination and awe. he starts to laugh, his breath tumbling out of him in a huge rush, hand moving from his chest to pass over his hair to the back of his neck. derek leans in, so billy does too out of impulse, hand still holding the back of his own neck, still smiling, bewildered. what the fuck is going on in this city.
derek makes a comment about getting laid, obviously keeping his voice down, but billy either misses that cue or he's just - too excited to monitor the level of his own voice. his eyebrows lift sharply, like he's somehow surprised, but also not... surprised. that someone would want to climb derek after that. ]
What, was that like - some kind of mating call? [ he laughs, maybe trying to ignore the little bit of confusion that's going on in his body right now. is he a little turned on? who the fuck knows. ] Jesus, man.